realist

Anyone who doesn't believe in miracles is not a realist.

One__bout cigarettes__ was pleased to see that anticigarette ad on the back issue of Hustler. I'm more offended by seeing ads for cigarettes in magazines than pictures of vaginas, because one kills and the other gives life__nd I think that's an important difference.

Perfectionists talk about first love. Realists talk about true love. Optimists talk just about love.

It is better to recognise that we are in darkness than to pretend that we can see the light.

I was hell-bent on being an effective humanitarian in Cambodia and Somalia. But a naïve fog is finally lifting. Revealed is a train wreck of illusions, the depravity of someone else's war, the futility of a competence stillborn there. To understand this you have to become this.

I__ a realist,_ I said. __ying and making promises about forever is almost as bad as one day at a time.

The genuine realist, if he is an unbeliever, will always find strength and ability to disbelieve in the miraculous, and if he is confronted with a miracle as an irrefutable fact he would rather disbelieve his own senses than admit the miraculous also.

I have a theory that as human beings get older, chemicals are released into the brain to prepare us for the end. Sort of like how the nurse lubes your ass up before the anus-cam. It makes the whole thing a lot easier to swallow. Easier, not enjoyable.

The dreamers, those who misread the actual state of affairs and act upon their emotions, are often the source of the greatest mistakes in history__he wars that are not thought out, the disasters that are not foreseen

Rage is really only for the good days. The truth is there's little of that left. the truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?

Maybe it's not logical. I don't know. I don't care. I've been asked didnt I think it odd that I should be present to witness the death of everything and I do think it's odd but that doesnt mean it's not so. Someone has to be here.

The things I believed in dont exist any more. It's foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.

America: A place where Realists have the freedom to be Idealists.

People who are too optimistic seem annoying. This is an unfortunate misinterpretation of what an optimist really is. usage of all options available, no matter how limited. As such, an optimist always sees the big picture. How else to keep track of all that__ out there? An optimist is simply a proactive realist. choices.When bobbing for apples, an idealist endlessly reaches for the best apple, a pessimist settles for the first one within reach, while an optimist drains the barrel, fishes out all the apples and makes pie.Annoying? Yes. But, oh-so tasty!

I know I'm not going to be in your head all the time. But once you know me, I'll be forever in your heart._

Some people are optimists. Some people are pessimists. I'm just a realist who believes that some things are worth fighting for.

People who are too optimistic seem annoying. This is an unfortunate misinterpretation of what an optimist real

When you leave, I feel like I'm alone with your demons.